late night lust.
I’m done trying with you.
That doesn’t mean I won’t think of you everyday or blog about you every night. It just means I’m physically done putting myself out there for you.
To take me and leave me whenever you see fit.
You said you would show me actions, you said things would be diffferent.
You blame it on your awkwardness but I see it for what it really is.
It couldn’t be more clear that you’re leading me on. But,
I love everything about you. Your hair, your style, your smell, your smile.
The passion you have for your interest and hobbies. I have to say your intellectual mind is what turns me on the most.
You have so much going for you and I wish you would give me the chance to be by your side and watch you grow as a person and an artist.
You say that no one gives a shit about you, but if you only knew.
If you only had the slightest idea how deeply I care for you. Call it lust, call it whatever you like but it’s there and it’s real.
This is true torture.
You know you’ve got me wrapped around your finger and I know you keep me around for the convenience. Nothing less, nothing more.
I ask the universe every night to help you open your eyes, to see me as a potential lover, not just a temporary fix until you find something more…someone better.
Maybe I’m moving too fast in my mind, maybe these are all false assumptions.
I just wish you would show me something but maybe you already have.
Maybe it’s my eyes that are closed?